UPDATE: I'm now able to offer you a much better glimpse at my
appearance. That's because my first, and only, music video has
recently been released! I wasn't able to insert a live link, but
you can paste in:http://vimeo.com/groups/musicvids/videos/87608081
It runs for only 3:56, so I'm not asking you to waste too much of
your life.

As for still photographs, I've switched my primary photo once
again. It's my most recent. The next two are both from a character
study portfolio by celebrity photographer, Mo Costello.

(Mentioning photographers, I suspect that some of the pictures
posted by members might have been taken by Matthew Brady, around
the time of the Battle of Bull Run. Please post only shots taken
during the twenty first century.)

Anyway, I'll probably keep this super hairy look until I get a role
requiring me to be better groomed, or until I connect with someone
who prefers me less hirsute. As for now, I'll look into
opportunities as SANTA CLAUS. What do you think?

This has seem to be turning into some kind of BLOG, although I'm
not altogether sure what constitutes a "blog." In any case, my
entries are in reverse, with the most current in the lead.

So, an update: I completed the movie I describe below, finishing
with still another freezing scene. Since then, I've been cast for a
feature film, as the CARETAKER of a haunted hotel on Block Island.
Not a big role, but maybe I'll get to meet the ghost of the
character I last portrayed. I spoke (wrote?) too soon. I've been
"bumped" from that role - replaced by a "horror movie icon," all so
the movie can get wider distribution. HEY! I think I'm pretty scary
looking. I'm still in the movie, though - maybe I'll terrify a few
people anyway.

Now, in what follows, you'll see snippets of my drive to achieve
the OKCupid 1,000 words plateau. I have now apparently achieved
that goal, and am immensely proud to have been granted such a lofty
purpose in life. Now I wonder what I can do to amuse myself. Any
ideas?

However, please don't be intimidated by that. I am, at heart, a
simple soul who has not let the above mentioned fame go to his
head. Basically, I'm an active man, essentially a romantic, and
definitely a "serial monogamist."

Oh, in case you don't notice, I'm having a lot of fun doing this.
If you begin to suspect that we might share a peculiar sense of
humor - frightening as that may be - please get in touch with me. A
quick wit will get me every time.

I'm a retired industrial designer and inventor. For the past 23
years I've been involved in "sho-biz," both as an actor and as a
designer.

The rest of this section is a bit outdated, but I'm leaving it in
so I don't have to try to come up with something newsworthy.

Now, since the OKC Gestapo has been bugging me to get this thing up
to 1,000 words, I'll add this: At this writing, I've just begun
shooting a new movie. I play an 80-year-old. I know, it's a
"reach," but I can do it! In my first scene (the film's last) I
drown . . . oops, don't want to give away the ending.

UPDATE: Just completed my final day of shooting for the above
scene. Let me tell you, barefoot and shirtless on an ocean beach,
with the temperature in the thirties - it gets pretty chilly. At
least the director slipped me a $100 bill for gas money.

I've very proud of my accomplishments as a designer. I've designed
thousands of consumer products. In fact, I'm absolutely certain
that you've owned, used, or at least seen something I've
designed.

However, I have never received any public recognition - recognition
for my designs themselves, yes; for myself as the designER, no.
This is not unique to me. Very few industrial designers get any
recognition for their creations.

I have received quite a bit of recognition for my acting, though -
good for the ego, but I get more satisfaction from simply knowing
that I've done my best in my performances.

I'm always reading, mainly adventure and mystery novels, which
allow me to drift off into thoughts of the plots. A lot of
non-fiction, too.

Since 1996, I've seen only six movies in actual theaters, and I've
been IN four of those.

On TV, I've enjoyed seeing, on network programs, friends with whom
I've acted on stage. On rare occasions, I even see myself. In one
movie I saw on TV, there was the very same antique car that I'd
driven in another film, ten years later.

Come on, now! I must have close to 1,000 words by now! Give me a
break, here! I'm an old man. Do you think I want to spend the rest
of my days pecking at this keyboard? By the way, what happens if I
do reach 1,000? Are there bells and smells? A parade, maybe?

I've found that many women are turned off by this, as well as by
some of my other "faults." I'm always open about this. I figure
that, if there's something about me that you don't like, better to
get it out there and over with. Neither of us needs to waste time
on something that has no potential of going anywhere.

You feel that we might have something in common, AND you are
willing to write a nice informative letter.

Even if you're not interested in me, romantically, I always enjoy
friendly notes. (Please see my opening comment)

PLEASE, NO WINKS!
If you're not interested enough to bother to write something, I
can't be bothered responding.

LAST WORD: If you happen to see my thumbnail pop up in your
visitors list, and I haven't written to you, it's usually because
your profile tells me that I'm too old for you, or I've seen some
other critical requirement that isn't evident until I've read your
profile. On the other hand, it might be that I'm just not in the
mood to write. Maybe I just hate you. Whatever, feel free to write
me and chew me out.

SPECIAL NOTE: If you've written to me in the past, and I haven't
replied, it's probably because I was going through a phase when I
was isolating. Now, when I have good intentions of going back and
replying to those I've missed, I think that some of my old messages
have been deleted. Anyway, feel free to try me again.

Oh, I'd really appreciate it if you were to count my words, and let
me know my score. I'm too lazy to do it, and I'd really like to
know if I'm getting close to achieving OKC Nirvana.

At last! I think I've done it! The red line has disappeared, so
either I've reached the magic number of 1,000, or they've given up
badgering me. Funny, I don't feel any different - just a faint
flush of pride.